Here - dances the river

Here; the river calls -- and you answer.
Here; you 'll find fluorescent filaments swirling down the tree of life -- while angels sleep beneath it.
Here; words don't exist in the normal sense but as a gargling brook rushing out of the veins of the soul
Here; the days are born , not from the rising sun but from the perfume of the silent mind.
Here; everything moves out of the stillness --the whole moves as one.
Here; dried leaves stirs in the storms.
Here; the dark eyelids of the night does not weep , but luminous particles explodes when teardrops from her eyes.
Here; Pain is a broom --with which you gather the fallen flowers from your consciousness.
Here you are alive; immortal, in good health; and creative ; for there's only -- the Instant.
Here; you cross the rivers of death daily; taking birth anew on both sides of the river.
Here; there's only the dancing of the soul in celebration.
Here; Buddhas laugh -- laughter is the sound of freedom.
Here; the sacred and the profane walks hand in hand.
Here ; love paints the unseen soulscapes.
Here; there are no painful proses , no bleeding poems -- except the whispers of life filling your cup --so you may drink from its abundance.